Friday, 10 February 2012

30°C (50°F) milder in a day




Although not one of the virtues of my people, this winter has definitely given us plenty of reason to engage ourselves in some small talk on weather. That is if you can call events such as the heavy storm in December or the recent drastic temperature changes ‘small’.

Just the other night our thermometer had reached a good -33°C (-27°F), the lowest this season, and within the same day it climbed not far from the freezing point to a mere -3°C (26°F). Did you ever experience such a huge variation so rapidly? Neither did I. I made sure to stay indoors! Our old abandoned cow house had to face it and the following morning its red brick walls sweated all grey with moisture.


Since then, the temperature has been going wildly up and down almost on a daily basis, although less dramatically, and meteorologists still haven’t given us any hope for a steady phase. I guess I had better publish a few of my recent photos before the snow has completely fallen off of the trees and bushes. You never know what kind of changes the next morning will bring these days.

Branches of an Amur maple (Acer ginnala) covered with ice crystals. 

Doesn't the Amur maple look like a cherry tree in blossom? 

Snow-covered birch (Betula pubescens).

Wednesday, 8 February 2012

A tribute to Dickens



You may have heard from the news that it was 200 years yesterday since Charles Dickens was born. In fact, he will be celebrated throughout the year especially in the UK in exhibitions and lectures, on stage and television, etc. In my opinion, he certainly deserves the highest praise any writer could ever be granted.

In recent years, we have had the opportunity to see several of BBC’s great Dickens series on our local television but I was first introduced to Dickens when I was studying English at university. He was such a perceptive storyteller and social commentator that it is easy to be instantly fascinated by his novels. However, it is his magical mastery of the English language that makes his narrative so enjoyable and compelling that once you have read him in English it is almost certain the fascination and admiration will turn into love that will last a lifetime.


Great Expectations was my first Dickens but the one I’ve enjoyed the most so far was his first novel The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club or The Pickwick Papers. It was originally published as a serial when he was only 24 and 25 years old, which is astonishing.

I read it about a decade ago when I was rather distressed going through a period with many worries. I wanted to start wrestling with a very thick novel hoping that by the time I would reach the end things might have changed for the better. I started carrying the 804-page paperback in my handbag reading it every day on the bus ride to and from work.

It was winter and until then the good half an hour spent in the bus twice daily alone with my thoughts had sometimes turned quite gloomy. Nevertheless, the fantastically comic characters of the Pickwick Club and the overwhelming humour, wit and insight with which Dickens chronicles their adventures dried out my tears completely, bringing a smile into my face and even an occasional burst of laughter. How could that not raise your spirits?

If you ever are in need of some serious cheering up, if you appreciate historical novels and if your language skills allow it, do try a regimen of Dickens in English. Satisfaction guaranteed!

Sunday, 5 February 2012

Sunbathing on election day

Male European greenfinch (Carduelis chloris) (viherpeippo).

Today we are electing the successor for our female President for the next 6-year term starting in March. Luckily we gave our vote in advance and didn’t have to leave the house in the freezing weather. We spent most of the day watching the birds flying around the birdfeeder and sunbathing on the snowy branches of the lilac shrubs and the maple visible from our study window. They didn’t seem to mind the -25–-30°C much.

Great tit (Parus major) (talitiainen).

There were eight candidates in the first round, one from each political party represented in the Finnish Parliament. As no candidate received the majority of votes, the two who did best are now facing each other.

However, whatever the result of the election tonight, we have nothing to worry about. Finland continuously ranks very high in transparency and occupies the top position in the latest World Democracy Audit overall ranking from December 2011.

Blue tit (Parus caeruleus) (sinitiainen).

I am inclined to believe our location must have been the original catalyst for this kind of social development: you simply couldn’t promote your own interests only because no one could have managed alone in such a secluded wilderness in such challenging conditions. When the annual temperature variation may easily be 70°C, from about -35 to +35°C (-31 – +95°F), you will need to give and receive a helping hand every once in a while even now.

Our winter may be killing sometimes but never mind the passing hardships when you can always bathe under the sun of the best democracy there is.

Greenfinches sunbathing on the branches of a frosty maple. 
Young female European greenfinch.
Great spotted woodpecker (Dendrocopus major) (käpytikka) pounding on a maple. 
Eurasian jay (Garrulus glandarius) (närhi).

European freeze-up


During the past week, we have seen news items on the exceptionally cold weather prevailing across Europe. In many places temperatures have hit record low. This naturally poses severe problems in areas that do not normally face such harsh conditions. More than 200 deaths resulting from the cold have already been reported.

The freezing weather is caused by cold air coming all the way from Siberia and forming a massive swirl of high pressure that has been hovering over Russia and most of Europe. The eastern and central areas of the continent are being hit hardest while the Mediterranean and the UK will escape the worst because travelling over an unfrozen sea is warming the air to some extent.

However, the freeze-up has already reached London and Paris and even Rome has now been covered by snow. Snowfall is so rare in these cities that I would have loved to witness it, especially in Rome which is one of my favourites, probably the favourite. On the other hand, I would most likely have appreciated only the visual side of it, not the actual experience of seeing how freezing temperatures affect a Mediterranean country. During our latest visit in September, it was some +30°C (+86°F), which in turn was exceptionally warm that late in the autumn.

Piazza della Rotonda in Rome on a warm September evening.

Living in the north has taught us Finns to get along with arctic conditions. We have been confronting the Siberian winds for centuries, our houses are designed to withstand them and our society is well prepared for them. It is unthinkable that our schools, public transportation or any other public service would be closed because of any kind of weather ever. It would have to be a much more serious event, something totally unexpected, to stop our society from functioning as usual (perhaps with the exception of occasional blackouts in the electric power supply as I told in an earlier post).

Nevertheless, there is a downside to the fact that we as a people are so accustomed to winter and everything it entails. It means that we take it for granted. We dont let it disturb us and carry on in much the same way all year round, perhaps adding a couple of extra layers of clothing in the winter and that’s it.


Thus when an unusual weather event takes place, such as the heavy powder-like snowfall we had on Friday on the southern coast, we do not take notice of it. We do not change our behaviour at all but drive in the morning rush as close to the next car as in the best of weathers – causing hundreds of crashes completely jamming the main highways leading to the capital for most of the day.

I find it hard to understand why this is repeated here whenever there is zero visibility, which happens if not every winter at least every few winters. It seems that living in a country where winter tyres are compulsory from December until February and everything works in all weathers has made us lose our touch with nature. We have forgotten it cannot be controlled from inside your warm car in indoor clothing.

Nature should not be taken for granted. It should be respected with appropriate attention, consideration and equipment. It feels strange even my fellow countrymen should be reminded that in winter traffic a simple thing such as proper winter gear may be all you need to save your day.

By the way, right now our thermometer shows -32.2°C (-26°F).


Friday, 3 February 2012

Tracking a fox



I mentioned in an earlier post about our long walk to the mailbox. Needless to say I’m not the one who fetches the mail twice a day but the other day I had to go half way to see the curious winding tracks my husband noticed in the snow.

There is a field stretching several hundred metres on both sides of our small country road. A set of fresh tracks led through the plane of untouched snow towards the road and continued to the other side disappearing in the distance.


We knew a fox would leave these string-of-pearls kinds of tracks that are also typically winding like you can see in the horizontal photos. (It was so cold and bright outside I took the photos very hastily and only noticed the serpentine properly when looking at them later.) But we were wondering about the other track dragging steadily beside the main one.


It must have been a fox carrying a prey large enough to leave the adjacent mark in the snow when hanging from his mouth but light enough to be hauled away quite a passage. We thought it may have been a rabbit. There certainly are plenty of those crisscrossing in and around people’s yards and gardens in the night time around here.

Having spent my childhood in the country, I’ve considered myself a country girl. However, I always lived in a village community – and never in a farm – so I never saw half as many wild animals in my life as I have spotted during my years in this house in the ‘hinterland’ only some 40 kilometres inland from downtown Helsinki.

Even if we didn’t see the fox this time it is comforting to know there still are places like this on Earth where civilization, although close by, hasnt wiped out nature.